I wasn't ready to wake up, I only readjusted in my sleep when I noticed a lack of another body next to me which stirred my mind to figure out why I was in bed alone. Not willing to properly wake up unless I needed to, my arm wandered over to what had become Wesker's side of the bed but never bumped into the missing man. I groaned in refusal as if he would magically appear next to me so I could fall back into sleep but he wasn't there. I must have passed out eventually at some point last night after our… fuck I lost count of how many times exactly we had sex, we were at it pretty much all day with a few breaks. And fuck did my body ache from all the bruises and bite marks but luckily we'd found a good rhythm to stick to so I wasn't being overly brutalized. We'd talked a bit about it during sex late last night while Wesker was trying to make sure I was actually okay and not hurting too much for more. Admittedly it was a little much by that point but not too much especially given that I'm a masochist.

"Wesker." I called, still sleepy and too lazy to get up. I wasn't paying attention enough to be able to hear his light footsteps but I became aware of his presence when he entered my room by the sudden warmth in my chest being near him gave me. I hummed my approval of his appearance before the blanket over me lifted to make room for the blond to wordlessly slide into bed next to me. I turned onto my side to face him as he shifted closer to me, his position mirrored mine as he threw an arm around my waist and pulled me a little closer until I could feel his bare chest.

"I remained in bed with you for a few hours before I went to work on more letters." Wesker's smooth voice whispered to me, picking up on my tiredness and not wanting to completely disturb me. I only nodded and cracked one eye open to see the placement of his head so I could lean forward to kiss him. He hummed against my lips, the slight vibration of the sound ricocheting through me pleasantly to stir desire in my tired mind. I trembled as I let out a low sigh before my lover chuckled and kissed me again before settling into the pillow under him. I opened my eyes to stare into his light orange eyes and smiled at the loving expression he gave me. "Get some more rest Dearheart." he whispered in that same soothing tone before he leaned in again to press his lips now to my forehead. "You'll need it for later." he added and I laughed before moving even closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder to bring his face to my neck comfortably though he placed a few teasing kisses there on my skin. I wished not for the first time in the last several hours that I could tell him how I felt but I could wait a little longer.

… … …

Red eyes glared at me in heavy disapproval from the couch, turned so he could watch me as I paced behind him. One of my arms waved dramatically as I read certain lines from his letter "Rejection" aloud in my best Wesker impression though I admit it was rather terrible. The smug shit eating grin never left my face, not at all intimidated by his irritation.

"Alright, you've had your fun." he called to stop me, unable to continue trying to wait me out since I was obviously just gonna keep going. I ignored his warning and kept reading, adding unnecessary emphasis on lines I thought particularly showed my point. He growled at me as his narrowed eyes glowed slightly against the light but he wasn't the least bit scary to me anymore. I had the upper hand here and whatever harm he may or may not deal me… well, I would probably just enjoy it so it would defeat his purpose of trying to punish me for not listening. "Christopher." he warned again as he finally stood up as if to show he was getting ready for a fight. "I already regret giving you the damn thing, don't make me take it from you as well." that got me to pause and eye him carefully before my smile turned sly and challenging.

"Admit you were jealous and I'll stop." I told him helpfully though my gaze dared him to try to take the pages from me. I'd woken up again earlier to him sitting up in bed writing more letters since he claimed to be behind, this one he'd left with me while he made me some food. At first I was incredibly embarrassed to learn that he'd actually witnessed my failed attempt at asking out my best friend a decade ago since that was basically a secret kept between me and Jill. But I quickly got over it with the realization that Wesker had left a few implications that he'd been jealous, had even thought about stopping us from talking about the possibility of us dating, and then he was relieved over my rejection. I thought I was the only one acting jealous but no, Albert Wesker had been jealous over the idea of me dating Jill even back in STARS. And I wasn't letting him live it down even if it did irritate him or make him regret revealing it to me. I was sure he was expecting me to be embarrassed and planned to tease me about it so he was in for quite a surprise when I was smirking at him the entire time I ate my meal. Finally when he questioned what I found so "annoyingly amusing", I told him my revelation and he went silent before trying to deny it. He tried to ignore my teasing in the hopes I would drop it but that only spurred me to get a reaction from him and oh was I getting one now. I practically buzzed with excitement at the thought of a physical confrontation with him and where it could lead. I was thrilled by our more passionate lovemaking all of yesterday but today I just really wanted him to brutally fuck me until I couldn't stand on my own. Of course that would probably mean I might be out of the game for a few days but if we could find a balance between violence and sex- at least keeping to a human pace then I think I should be fine.

"I don't know how you came to that conclusion when I simply-" I cut him off by loudly reciting a line from his letter that clearly announced his jealousy. My body moved before I registered his lunge as he vaulted himself over the couch. I backed up and spun to the side as I threw my arm up so the paper was out of his way but Wesker's arms found their way around my midsection instead to lift me up and back over the front of the couch. I quickly hooked my free arm around his neck to bring him over with me. My shoulder hit the cushions of the couch but we kept rolling, some part of me and probably Wesker too hit the coffee table as we tumbled to the floor. I wound up on top of the other man laughing though he quickly shifted a bit under the small low table to reach to the other side just in time to get his hand under the falling tv.

"Good catch." I muttered before I pinned that arm down at his elbow and captured his lips with my own. He bit at my lips as he blindly reached for where my other hand had been, still trying to get to the letter he'd given me. Before he could grab it, I crumpled the already wrinkled paper into a quick ball in my fist which I then stuffed into the front of my pants to show him where I wanted him to be grabbing. I felt the blond's muscles shifting under mine as he let the tv rest on its back on the floor before using his arm, despite my attempt to keep it down, to flip the coffee table away from us. Then we were rolling again, Wesker intentionally slamming my back into the ground hard enough to nearly knock the air from my lungs as he straddled me, his groin pressing to mine as he rocked his hips forward to create a little friction between us. Neither of us was hard yet but he was clearly showing his interest in where I wanted this to go. Before I could catch my breath, hands were clutching my throat to restrict how much air I was able to suck in. Not enough to hurt or to stop my breathing entirely but enough to very quickly get me wheezing and lightheaded before he let up a little so I could inhale only slightly before he tightened his grip again. The pleasurable adrenaline in my quickened pulse was thrilling and I grasped at his wrists with both hands but I didn't try to pull his hands away from me since I liked what he was doing. I knew he would probably try to leave a mark of some kind for this and I spared no thought to who else might see it as I knew I would enjoy the reminder of our foreplay too.

"Be a good boy and hand it over." he commanded as he loosened his grip enough to allow my head to clear so I could understand him properly and respond though there was still just enough pressure on my throat that my words were slightly strained.

"I thought… you were gonna… take it from me." I taunted as my smug smile returned which earned me a subtle flash of red in his eyes from his annoyance with my defiance. However the growing tension between our legs told me the challenge was exciting to him or was it the excuse to punish me that he was looking forward to? His fingers pressed harder into my skin now to a painful extent- I hadn't been able to take a breath before he cut off all intake, the inside of my skull throbbed from the lack of an essential need, and my vision faded fast. It still wasn't actually painful enough that I'd necessarily want him to stop but enough that my body involuntarily struggled against him. My mouth gaped uselessly without being able to suck in any air, I shook my head as much as I could as if it would shake his hands off of me, and my hands now did try to wrench his suffocating grip away from my throat. There was real pain now but I still wasn't actively fighting against him or I would at least have some success in getting him off, however my body still reacted defensively to the sudden aggressive behavior that could take my life. All I could see of the man above me was a hazy image of a burning red flare, the expression he wore as he suffocated me was one that displayed a sadistic glee that I knew I should fear and despise… but I didn't. I knew he wouldn't kill me… it was at that moment that I realized, even if he was getting off on threatening it, I trusted Wesker with my life.

Finally my lungs expanded allowing me to wheeze and cough as I slightly rotated my body, feeling as though I might throw up. My body was on high alert after that and the blond didn't waste a moment of it, his lips trailing the fresh bruises beginning to color my neck and my nerves lit up at the welcome sensation. He nipped at my jaw before forcefully turning my head to aggressively claim my lips before I could fully catch my breath and he didn't let me breathe much as we made out. Each heavy pant I breathed around his mouth seemed to excite him more, I could feel how hard he was now after what he did to me. The reminder of the power he had over me was surely intoxicating to him and I readily let him bask in it. My nerves were much more aware of his hands under my shirt than my brain was and I wasn't sure I liked that. My body arched up into him when one hand scratched fresh welts down my stomach and the fingers of the other played with my nipples. I think I moaned rather loudly without the brainpower to stop myself. I was hardly aware of anything he was actually doing to me, all I could process was each new sensation he gave me but my oxygen starved brain was still recovering and not quite able to keep up with what was happening. I wasn't sure I enjoyed it as much as the lighter stuff we'd done before. It worked to put my body in that highly aware and sensitive to input state that made every touch three times better but it made me too hazy to really enjoy it mentally too- then there was the nausea.

"Chris?" Wesker's voice cut through the throbbing in my head after I'd successfully gotten my hand onto his chest to lightly push him away from me. He got the message and stopped everything he was doing, taking some of his weight off of me to finally let me breathe easier. I continued to gasp and wheeze, not coughing anymore but my lungs still protested the prolonged deprivation. "Was that too hard?" he asked as he rubbed the portion of my back he could reach with me turned as I was. I slowly nodded and though I wanted to explain that I did still enjoy it but just not as much as still being able to process what I was enjoying but I didn't get the chance to. I was at least clear headed enough now to realize the new sound interrupting us was the locks on the front door. Wesker growled irritably before he sat up and got off of me completely, sitting with his back to the overturned coffee table with his hands not up but visible at his sides. Then there were guns surrounding us though no one fired as I quickly moved myself in front of Wesker before I even realized that's what I planned to do. I was about to make some demand to know what this was all for when my brain finally caught up and I remembered all the cameras currently watching us. I realized all the monitor would have really seen was a fight in which I was being strangled and nearly killed so it made sense to send in reinforcements to help me. But I didn't need help, it was all just sexual foreplay to us… which we did on camera… fuck how was I supposed to explain this? My face heated up and I suddenly didn't know what to say to justify what they saw.

"Chris?" one of the agents asked since I was defending our enemy even as I still breathed heavier than usual.

"He… he wasn't attacking me. I'm fine." I stated though my voice unfortunately wasn't very strong. I wasn't sure if it was because I was embarrassed and didn't want to be saying any of this or because of the rough treatment my throat had just undergone. Probably both but most likely the latter.

"He was choking you and your throat is bruised." another barked in disbelief and I groaned internally as I realized there wasn't going to be an easy out for me… I would have to explain. I sighed as I lowered my arms but sat a little more comfortably since no one was actually firing. "Comfortably" may not be the best word for it since I still had the crumpled piece of paper in my pants with my quickly dying erection which I kept my legs together to hide. The whole tussle over the letter seemed petty and I almost regretted all of it now that it wasn't in the moment… almost.

"I know… but it's fine." my voice was hoarse so I tried to clear my throat. Two of the agents tensed some more though I didn't have time to wonder why since I felt one of Wesker's hands on my back, his nails teasing my still sensitive nerves even through my shirt. I shivered and inhaled sharply before whipping my head back to glare at him but the smirk he wore over it wasn't worth worsening my lightheadedness. I did however notice that he sat comfortably and confidently with his clothed erection on full display and got a little upset over his lack of attempt to hide it. I pushed one of his knees closer to the other and though he rolled his eyes at me he obliged my request and closed his legs. I still shifted some more so my body was hiding him a little better at least from the other agents in the room. "I know how it looks but everything is fine." I tried again with the intruders in our living space but they didn't budge. I know I couldn't just tell them to ignore what they saw as dangerous without some kind of explanation of how and why I wasn't in danger.

"Would you rather it come from me?" Wesker asked and I couldn't tell if it was a threat to tell them before I could or an offer to say it if I couldn't, knowing him it could be either or both at the same time.

"No." I huffed with another irritated look at him like it was all his fault this was happening but it took two to tango. "Look he was just doing what I… I'm a… I like…" I covered my heated face with my hand as I sucked in one long breath and just spit it out to get it over with. "I'm a masochist and I like being choked. We weren't fighting, it was a sexual thing." I couldn't look at the stunned faces of my coworkers as they processed this information. My face got even hotter when Wesker chuckled from behind me so without looking at him either, I reached back and smacked his leg but it didn't shut him up. Even without peeking at the others in the room I could tell they were awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a long breath now that I was finally breathing correctly again.

"We won't be so rough moving forward." Wesker called so I wouldn't have to and though I was ever more embarrassed with every word spoken, I couldn't help turning to give the blond a slow and possibly threatening look that only widened his smirk. "On camera." he corrected only to me with a slight shrug and I quickly turned away from him again… though honestly I was content with that. One of the agents started to call back to the monitor over a handheld radio but I stopped them.

"You can go." I stated with a nearly harsh tone. I didn't mean to be aggressive about it- I was just a red faced mess and I just wanted them gone… plus I was still a little upset that we had been interrupted. "There's no danger so we shouldn't have more people down here when it's not needed." it only took another reassurance that I was in fact fine before they actually left, a few of them wanting to get out more than I wanted them out and a few hesitated over the unsure situation. But they did leave. I groaned loudly and now covered my face with both of my hands while Wesker chuckled again as I heard him shift. He pressed his body to mine from behind, his arms sliding teasingly around my sides, down my stomach, before resting on the tops of my thighs which were still pressed together even though I wasn't hard anymore.

"I still need that letter back Chris." he whispered against my ear but didn't allow me to respond before he pried my legs apart and lowered both of his hands to my crotch. I inhaled sharply and tried to object but the feeling of his still hardened erection against my back silenced me. I couldn't keep mine as we were caught and confronted with what we were doing but I knew the power hungry man probably just loved seeing me in that uncomfortable position. I doubted he meant for it to happen but Wesker still caused it and he probably really enjoyed seeing my blushing face as I had to reveal my messed up kink to avoid him being shot at. I think he liked me being defensive of him too, he saw it like I was choosing him over my BSAA coworkers- which wasn't really the case, I was just doing what needed to be done to keep everything as peaceful as possible.

"Then take it." that was exactly what I meant to say… but not how I meant to say it. It was meant to be a reluctant surrender but instead my voice was challenging and needy all wrapped into the same defiance I'd been taunting him with earlier. The blond knocked me forward so my chest and face were pressed into the couch cushions, he held me there with one hand between my shoulder blades as he leaned over me to reach his other hand back around my front. His hand slipped into my pants and part of me hoped he would just grab the paper that was very uncomfortably pressing into the sensitive skin of my thighs… but another part really hoped he did more than that. I had mixed feelings when his fingers wrapped around my flaccid cock and began to stroke. "Wesker- the cameras!" I growled at him, angry that he was still doing this where we could be seen but at the same time I didn't want him to stop. I was more than fine with continuing where we left off, I just wanted to move it into my room.

"Perhaps next time you should listen to me if you want me to do the same." he murmured to me with a taunting tone and I knew the bastard was smirking- so damn smug with his own comeback. This was punishment then. He knew hurting me would only be a reward and to deny me was to deny himself so doing this here was an effective way to get back at me.

"Okay, you win- now let's go to my room." I tried moving to the side towards my door but he pressed harder into my back to prevent me from moving much. I had to keep my head turned just so I wasn't breathing in the fabric of the couch but I knew with any more pressure on my back I would have trouble breathing anyway. He kept working my cock in his hand and I couldn't help but pant and moan as I hardened in his grasp. He learned what I liked just as fast as I learned him and despite the situation, it felt so good. "Wesker…" I pleaded but he didn't respond. "We just- mmm… got in trouble for doing this." I reminded him but it only made him chuckle once more.

"And now they know better than to interrupt." with his capable fingers still jerking me off under my pants where the cameras couldn't directly see, he leaned farther over me to let his body pin mine so his other hand could grip my chin and turn it more towards him. My neck hurt with the movement and I wasn't sure if it was because of the new bruises or if it was because he was twisting my head a bit too far. His cool tongue ran across my heated cheek as if he could taste my blush and he continued to laugh at my state. "I wonder how much pain I could get away with putting you through now that you've directly told them you consent to it." he took advantage of me opening my mouth to retort, his tongue sliding in before I could actually say anything. I bit down as hard as I could as a form of retaliation which made him wince and pull away from me. I felt the small drip of his blood land on the back of my hand before I saw it and for a moment Wesker froze, his red eyes gazing at the drop before searching my expression. I was grateful he remembered and was checking to make sure I was okay.

"It's fine, I trust you." I told him and knew I would let him do whatever he wanted to me when I watched his eyes turn from red to orange. I didn't get to fully enjoy the fond expression he wore since he started pumping me again, faster this time and twisting his fist around me with each forward motion. I moaned out as I rocked myself back into his neglected stiffness but he didn't react to the friction, instead he wiped away the droplet of blood from my skin though it still left a red smudge. With his face so close to mine I could still smell the metallic stink of the minor wound I gave him even as he licked away the blood that leaked onto his lips. If I had witnessed this while oxygen deprived or out of my mind with pleasure I might have reacted badly to it but I knew we were more than safe and doing something we both wanted to be doing. Even if it really wasn't where I wanted to be doing it. When he kissed me again he didn't hesitate because even if I chose to bite him again, he was prepared to allow it. But I didn't, I even leaned up as much as I was able to in order to fully seal my mouth over his. The small pierced cut on his tongue had healed so I only tasted the faintest hint of blood inside his mouth but it still didn't set me off. I knew I caused his bleeding because he challenged me to hurt him if I wanted and I did want to. I wanted to give back what he gave me but he cheated with his fucking regeneration.

"You're so tense." he whispered to me but I barely registered more than the sensation of his breath on my lips. Everything about him just felt so good. His free hand moved under me, his nails scratching my collarbone before his fingers gripped lightly at my throat which aggravated the bruises already placed there. I grunted in pain and flinched as he tightened his hold on both my neck and my dick but it only made him hum against my ear in approval. "Perhaps I should take you right here to feel it for myself." the threat sent shivers through my bones and I trembled under him as he rolled his hips forward against my ass. I had accepted that he was going to get me off in the living room where we were being watched but at least neither of us was actually exposed though of course everyone would know what we were doing. But to actually have sex on camera? I was conflicted again because the promise of sex with the same aggression he's been giving me through this sounded amazing and my cock twitched in excitement within the blond's grip. He took notice and his subtle laughter shook my frame with longing. But we were being recorded- there's no way we could actually do it here!

"You… wouldn't." I wheezed out to call his bluff, knowing he would never allow me to be exposed in front of another person even if it was just through cameras. I was actually a little unnerved when he only hummed in thought. He wouldn't… right? My hand flew to his arm as he pressed my erection through his fist even faster, moving into a rhythm I wasn't sure was human but it pushed me close to the edge of a finish I wasn't ready for. I wasn't ready for this pleasure to be done yet, I wanted more. "Wes-" he cut me off by tightening his fingers around my neck, it hurt because of the previous abuse but I could still breathe- it was hard because of the limited air allowed and my quick panted moans but at least I still could. Lightheadedness returned to reduce my mind to a state of delirious sensations and what my body was given through it was even more pleasure. Without any free hands, the older man used his teeth to tear my shirt at the collar so his mouth could attack my skin, sucking and biting at my now exposed shoulder. I wasn't fully aware of the noises I was making but it didn't matter anyway since there weren't any microphones around our living space.

I erupted with all the amazing sensation I was given- at the same time air flooded my lungs once more so Wesker could shove his other hand into my pants too. I hardly even noticed when something rough and crinkly was pressed to the tip of my dick as I came, my orgasm was a wheezing moan interrupted by subtle coughs as my chest adjusted to being able to fully expand again. Eventually Wesker slowed his hand so he didn't put me into the oversensitive range which, even in my hazy condition, I knew meant he wasn't done with me. I shivered with anticipation even as the blond man pulled himself off of me, his hands coming out of my pants so he could turn around to sit next to me with his back to the couch. I slouched down and to the side until I was actually sitting on the floor rather than bent over the couch, my entire body tingled delightfully but I wasn't satisfied yet.

My eyes trained on the stained paper Wesker was using to clean off his fingers and suddenly I understood what he'd made me cum on. He smirked at me when he noticed me looking and intentionally lifted his dirtied hand to his face to finish cleaning it with his tongue. I blushed harder as I watched the thick white substance disappear into his mouth and not for the first time I thought about how badly I wanted to watch as my dick did the same thing. I knew I could ask him to suck me off and he probably would but the tantalizing anticipation for the long time fantasy was almost too good to actually have. Then the bastard tossed the crumpled and now partially wet ball onto the couch in front of my face and laughed when my nose crinkled from the too strong scent of my own cum and I moved my head away from it.

"I've changed my mind, you can keep it." he offered and I rolled my eyes but still chuckled over this whole thing. I told him to take it and when he finally did, he was giving it back after making sure I wouldn't actually want it. I couldn't even be mad about it since it felt too good and really it was just funny. "You were right however," my eyes trailed the length of his body as he stood up until they focused on the tent in his pants. "I wouldn't take you where others could see you in such a…" I caught the longing flash in his eyes as he looked over me and I held my breath as the blood rushed back to my dick. I knew what he was getting at and I wanted it. "desirable state." he finished with an inviting but intimidating smile before he stripped off his shirt to give me even more to look at. "If you want me to fuck you into tomorrow, let's go where no one can witness what will become of you." his low and intentionally sultry voice was doing dangerous things to me and I was already getting up… in more ways than one. He turned to my bedroom and motioned me to follow him with a crook of his forefinger but I was already at his heel like a loyal pet.

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My reading was interrupted by my cell phone ringing and I was quick to grab it with my free hand. At this hour I was sure it was either a new case coming in or someone from Umbrella, either way a quick reply was best. However it was neither. The other line was crowded with noise and a man asked if I knew Chris Redfield. I sighed and put my book down to rub irritably at my forehead but I still gave an affirmative response. Apparently my pointman and a few of his friends had been at the bar drinking again and had overdone it over some celebration. The bartender I now spoke to was sure Chris left before everyone else but eventually found his way back to the bar and the man figured he must have gotten lost. All his other friends had already left by that point and Chris was too out of it to be of much help with anything so the bartender took his phone to start calling people to pick him up. With how late it was either no one answered or were otherwise unable to help right now. Since I answered I was asked to come take him off the bartender's hands.

Tomorrow was our day off so I was using tonight to catch up on some reading- the last thing I wanted to do was babysit my subordinates. Their drunken mishaps around Raccoon City bled over into our work life enough as it was, I didn't want to be further involved. But I didn't think it would do to leave Chris on his own while apparently too drunk to even remember his way home. I wouldn't stay to tend to him but I could at least take him home where he was the least likely to get into trouble I may or may not have to deal with later anyway. Chris was lucky I'd stayed up to read rather than having retired to bed as I was supposed to nearly two hours ago.

By the time I showed up, he'd apparently pulled himself together at least a little and was more aware of his surroundings but still just as unsteady on his feet. He was a mess, his hair even more disheveled than usual and in need of a cut, his clothes resting at odd angles on his body like he'd been pulling at them, his eyes unfocused but sparkling, and utterly reeking of the booze he'd spent the night consuming. His eyes slid over me without really seeing me as I approached him and told him it was time to go before taking one of his arms to sling over my shoulders. I nodded to the bartender who silently returned it in thanks before I assisted Chris out to my vehicle as he sang some rock song very poorly and laughed to himself.

"You look… you look a lot like my captain." he slurred his words some but not enough for his speech to be incoherent. I already regretted this whole thing so I tried to ignore him as I buckled him into the passenger seat. He smiled crooked up at me with a pointed finger that I swatted away before he could touch my face. I otherwise continued to ignore him and shut the door before he could say anything else to make a further fool of himself. I wasn't bothered by his lack of recognition, I was well aware of the effects alcohol could have on a person especially when ingested in high volumes. He kept staring at me as I drove him home, occasionally extending his index finger to try to poke my cheek as if to test if I were real. I either warned him against it and he quickly heeded it by lowering his arm like a kid caught doing something they weren't supposed to do or I would have to smack his hand away again. "Are your eyes blue?" he questioned as he continued to stare at me, seeming perplexed by my dark eyewear yet still didn't recognize me.

"Yes." I answered though really I would say they were more of a gray but there was just enough blue in them to claim otherwise and officially they were listed as blue.

"I wanna see them." his tone was hopeful and he leaned halfway over the center console to get closer to me.

"No." I stated simply which got the other man to sit back with his arms folded indignantly over his chest as he slumped lower in the seat.

"They're not as pretty as Wesker's anyway." his pouted declaration had me side eyeing him curiously.

"Pretty?"

"Yeyup!" he exclaimed loudly then quickly moved closer to me again. "But it's a secret so don't tell him!" he sloppily held a finger to his lips and tried to press another to mine but I again batted his hand away from my face.

"I won't." I grinned maliciously as the brunet sat back and ran his hands over his face.

"He's so damn hot- I mean really really hooot." I shook my head over what he was unknowingly admitting to me. "He's the most gorgeousest and god his body-" he whipped his head back to me with widened eyes. "Have you seen him naked? I've seen him naked…" he sighed in a dreamy manner and I rolled my eyes as I thought back to the time in the showers he was more interested in watching me undress than cleaning himself. Chris' body made it very obvious he was thinking about the same… exciting thing. It wasn't until that moment that I realized I'd never actually seen Chris naked, I'd seen him plenty in his boxers as he changed from his uniform to his training clothes and back but never completely nude. The one time we had been in the showers at the same time I was already in a stall by the time he finally took his pants off and I was busy buttoning up my shirt when he dropped his towel to slip into his boxers. Despite my clear disinterest, I found my gaze wandering once or twice back to his forming erection. Was I curious? No, I'd never been curious about another man's body before or a woman's for that matter- outside of a scientific study, of course.

"Aren't you the least bit ashamed to be saying these things about another man?" I didn't ask because I was disgusted by the way he thought of me or by his body's reaction to those thoughts, I knew I was "damn hot" so I entirely understood his attraction to me. I was used to women flirting with me unsuccessfully though I was more accustomed to men wanting to be me rather than just wanting me. As far as I was concerned it was the same process as dealing with the women that showed interest, I ignored it. Just because I understood my own appeal to others didn't mean I shared their delusions that they would ever be worthy of me. Chris was no different, I didn't care that he was attracted to me… though I admit I might be a touch curious about the mental process on the other side of that from the perspective of a homosexual. Though I actually had a hard time believing he was gay, I'd seen how he behaves around certain women he was obviously attracted to since he was just as bad at hiding it with them as he was with me. Besides I was certain he was genuine in his desire to date Jill.

"He'll never know- who's gonna tell?" Chris threw his arms up in a wide questioning gesture as if to showcase that there was no one around. "Not you- you said so." he pointed at me again but didn't try to touch me as he instead leaned the side of his head against the window. He seemed to be getting more tired now.

"I was more referring to the fact that you are also a man." he turned his head without lifting it to give me a puzzled expression. "Are you actually a homosexual Chris?" I finally asked, not caring whether he remembered this conversation or not tomorrow but still he didn't seem to understand what I was asking. "Are you gay?" I asked again though slower and more simplified for his inebriated mind.

"Psh…" he seemed upset now that he understood what was being implied about him and he folded his arms again. "I don't even care about any of that, I would…" he sighed that long needy exhale again. "I would do things to that man." his eyes were on me again with an intense desire that made me wonder if he actually realized who he was looking at now. I wasn't put off by the implied vulgarity, I'd heard much worse throughout my life whether it was directed at me or not.

By the time we pulled into his complex's parking lot, Chris had fallen silent and I wondered if he was asleep. His deep blue eyes blinked open rapidly when I opened the passenger door and he started to fall since he had been leaning against it but I gripped his shoulder to steady him until he could hold himself. I ignored his gaze again as he yawned and squinted to watch me reach over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"Captain…" he called lazily with a sloppy but earnest grin. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You're in my car Chris." I informed him so he looked around himself with a confused gaze. I didn't wait for him to finish his assessment before I took his arm to help him out of the car. He still needed a lot of help to walk to his apartment but at least he recognized me now and he wasn't jumbling his words as badly. I leaned him against the wall next to his front door as I checked his pockets for his keys.

"Wesker…" his voice was almost a low whine and his fingers tightened around the chest of my shirt as he simultaneously pulled me closer to him and leaned forward, his dazed eyes were half lidded and his lips slightly parted. I quickly pulled back to get out of the brunet's immediate range before slamming him back into the wall with my arm across his chest. He grunted at the brief pain though the sound that followed wasn't dissimilar to the sultry way he'd said my name. When he opened his eyes to look at me… his expression was longing with need and a brilliant red touched his face. Did the violence not work to put him in his place? It was one thing for him to be attracted to me, it was another for him to attempt to kiss me. Although I supposed reaching into his pants in any sort of way wasn't the wisest choice at the moment.

"I'm not engaging in any kind of sexual activity with you, I'm trying to find your keys." I clarified but it didn't get the other man to stop looking at me with that lustful glaze over his eyes or even realize that I was rejecting him. I took my arm away from him and backed up a step before snapping my fingers in front of his face to get him to focus. "Keys." he blinked a few times before his fingers slipped into the same pocket I'd been trying to get into but came out empty then checked his other and produced the small keyring. I snatched them from him with a shake of my head before unlocking his front door and motioning inside. I didn't want to touch him after that but had to catch him when his first attempted step nearly had him falling onto his face. Luckily he didn't try anything else as I half dragged him into his apartment and laid him on his couch where he could stay until he sobered up. Since he was now safely home my job was done so I dropped his keys on the coffee table and turned to leave but stopped when he called out for me.

"I don't want you to go." his voice still carried lust but I couldn't help thinking there was something more in the yearning. I remained in the entryway with the doorknob in my grasp, ready to close the door behind me after another few steps out. Why wasn't I gone already? This was supposed to be a quick drop off. He was home so I should leave.

"What do you want with me?" I asked almost hesitantly as I thought of Jill and her question to this same man of whether a fling was all he wanted.

"I want…" he sounded unsure of himself and for some reason that seemed reassuring to me. It made me half close the door and turn just enough to see the man partially sitting up on the couch. Blush still brightened his cheeks and he still looked at me with clouded desire but the smile that touched his lips wasn't predatory or crazed but rather inviting. "I want you to suck me off." he sounded more sure of himself now since I hadn't left and he still believed this to be some kind of sexual visit because of what happened earlier. But I scoffed with a harsh shake of my head as I finally took those last steps and shut the door behind me as I left.

Of course sex was all he wanted… he didn't really know me, his attraction could never be anything but skin deep. And that, for some inconceivable reason, made me begin to hate him.

Do *not* ask me why I've wanted them to do something on camera- I just really have. If that wasn't obvious from previous chapters where they've started to do stuff on camera but always got interrupted which I guess is still happening. Damn though I can't tell who I'd rather be right now, Wesker or Chris? I'm into both sides of choking... and other stuff. Anyway, this again took forever to get through and I think we're going to be slowing down their honeymoon phase now so I can take a little break from all the smut- I've fed you enough for now you greedy fucks. Can you believe they're in their last week? I have the next chapter mostly planned out though not written, the next two remain unplanned aside from the letters, and everything after that is planned and even has quite a lot already written out until the end. So after finally getting passed these last three "filler" chapters we'll be getting to the heavy plot again which I'm really excited for!

So for my usual The_Sand_Man (on AO3) shout out, he gave me the base idea for this letter which I ended up expanding on much more than I thought I was going to, it ended up over 2,000 words- nice surprise. Poor Chris, I wonder how he's going to react to that letter. Hopefully we'll find out soon but I'm done saying anything along the lines of "it shouldn't take me too long to update again" because I'm sure we've all learned it's pretty much bullshit by now. I do blame all the smut in the past few chapters, takes me forever to be in the mindset to be able to write it. Still though, excuses. Anyway I'll leave you alone now, lataz!